THE PRICE OF HAPPINESS

THE PRICE OF HAPPINESS

Every night, my phone rings at 3:17 a.m..

From my own number. Always the same. Always that time.

Back then, my life was a living hell. One night, I picked up. Big mistake.

I asked ,“Who’s this?” An unknown voice came to my ears saying “I knew you’d answer.”

The sudden reply made me curious and terrified. I shouted,“Tell me who you are?” He cunningly replied,“Does it matter? It doesn’t. You could end it tonight if you wanted.”

I asked," what are you talking about?" He replied," you want to end pain,sorrow and suffering. But you couldn't find another way. So the only way you see is to end your life."

The answer was creepy more then suspicious. As If he knew everything.

I asked with stutter,“How… how do you know that?” He again said,“You have a gun in your hand right now.” I shouted with anger,“Are you spying on me?”

He said,“You’re a loser. You don’t even know your own strength. That’s why you’re miserable. But I can help. You can have the life you always wanted… and get Anisha.”

His words was utterly shocking. Because everything he said was true. At first I thought it maybe a prank call but about Anisha... I never told anyone about my feelings for her.

“ I know you are thinking it is a prank but what about Anisha. Did you tell anyone about your fellings? You didn't even tell her. But I know about you. I know everything more then you do." He said.

"What do you want?", I asked. "What I want I will let you know when it's time. But now I want you to be free from your burdens Tomorrow, do exactly as I say… same time, 3:17 a.m.”, after saying it he hung up.

I did exactly what he said to do. And it worked. My life got better. I felt hope for the first time in years. Eventually I got all the attention I want and deserved. I got a promotion a big one. Everybody started to admire me respect me. And Anisha she became my girlfriend.

The best 2 months of my life.

But after 2 months later, one day… the instructions changed.

A ritual. I followed it. With knowing the person I was talking wasn't a person it was an entity. After the ritual my luck reversed.

Now, every four months, I’m forced to commit a terrible act. I became its puppet. The ritual forced me to feed him.

His hunger requires a human. A full vegetarian with O negative blood.

The first person was Anisha, my Anisha. I couldn’t stop it. I wanted to stop it.

But it doesn’t kill me. It doesn’t let me die. It only makes me suffer. I want out… but I can’t. I can’t talk about it. I can’t say anything to anyone.

Except this moment.

And now, today… it comes for you. You are perfect for it.

In fifteen minutes, it will arrive. You will be erased—removed from existence. No one will remember you… except me.

After that, it will sleep. And I’ll live for another three months. Living is the only option I have.

You are not here because I hate you or I want to kill you. You are here because it chooses you.

I’m sorry. I can’t do anything. I’m sorry.